There’s a sudden inferno amongst us, while for you this was a flame.
Love is a five story fire as you thought it was, when you came to him. You’ve to understand, love is nothing than just a losing game.
How I wish you never played that way, coz what a mess you’ve made and now everything is in the final frame and you still didn’t get it, love is nothing than a losing game to him.
You think you can played out this like a band, when your love will never losing hand but little did you know this is more than he could stand and now your love is losing hand.
Your self professed so profound till your safety chips all were down. I know you’re a gambling man but love still can losing hand.
Though most of the time I’m rather be blind and lets your love set a fate to resigned.
What a hurtful memories that mar a mind coz this love of yours is a fate to resigned.
Over futile odds and with all the laughed by the gods.
Now I’m standing in the final frame and enjoying the moment, when your love is a losing game after all.
Sometimes we’re living in vain just to proves that we’re living in pain.
When love is gone for us, we want to remember whatever remains. The truth is, we really just want everybody else to see how happy we was, when we were in love.
When love is gone for us, we should go down with it. Always, love is in then its out. We can tell, if it wont, it’ll never work out.
Love once broken, should be enough to let it go.
Lets close our eyes, celebrate love when there was much to see. Jump and touch the clouds, and never come down. How amazing it was, the view on top of the world, how love makes us feels all so brand new.
How many time you share with anyone on how you love your loved one so badly, bragging about the thing you do together and how he has turn your world around and you would miss him when he wasn’t around you?
Many times, right?
How many time when you tell somebody about those thing, you think they will push you down and said bad thing about you and they sometimes kind of really wanna see you fall down, and falling out of your love.
Most of the time!
And how many time, you keep telling yourself that he is the one coz you believe every time you fall, he’ll be there for you. Till you feel comfort that you no longer need a parachute, coz he will catch you even if you fall down.
There’s no measurement how much you love someone. One day u feels… oooh I love you so much… tomorrow… u starts questioning yourself – is my love too much for you?
Love doesn’t belong in between scale of much or little, but sometimes questioning it, can be a little too much.
And most of us having love is needly to be measure – some people do, some people don’t.
You don’t go write a will to left your love to someone else just because you love someone too much. That’s more like desperate to loose it rather than appreciation for love.
Don’t do love just because you want to be appreciate and do appreciate your love even it’s never been appreciated. At least you’ve love in you.
Love do need a bit of appreciation, even if you don’t. › Continue reading
There’s certain night, when you were in a full house with a lot of people around you but somehow you were left sitting next to an empty chair.
It’s sadly wonderful.
Coz a chair is still a chair even when there’s no one sitting there. But a chair is not a house and a house is not a home when there’s no one there to hold you tight, and no one there you can kiss good night.
And there’s a time, when you’ll be in a room full of heart around you but somehow your heart still aching full of emptiness.
It’s hardly beautiful.
Coz a room is still a room even when there’s nothing there but gloom. But a room is not a house, and a house is not a home when there two people are far apart and one of us has a broken heart.
At last, there’s you alone with an empty glance on an empty chair with an empty heart.
"Success is meaningless when you are not sharing it with your loved ones or when you are alone. No matter how succesfull you are, you will always be alone" wahaza extra, 35:4
There’s a sudden inferno amongst us, while for you this was a flame.
Sometimes we’re living in vain just to proves that we’re living in pain.
How many time you share with anyone on how you love your loved one so badly, bragging about the thing you do together and how he has turn your world around and you would miss him when he wasn’t around you?
The thing about love is, it’s never enough.
There’s certain night, when you were in a full house with a lot of people around you but somehow you were left sitting next to an empty chair.
